User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-2246928-20150422222742/@comment-2246928-20150429214325

OOC: Eleven versus forty-three? Haw, I kin take twoscore more of th' buggers singlepawed! CHAAARGE!

BIC:

At the sight of the massively larger crew, the searats paused in their charge, skidding hesitatingly to a halt, Scorge amongst them. The black searat cursed inwardly. Lady Luck had not been a friend of his for a long time.

Cap'n Scorge grinned outwardly, sheathing his sword with a flourish and opening his arms, while his diminutive band, their battlethirst ruined, sheathed their weapons in mimic, looking dully at the surrounding vermin Grivvin had at his disposal. Scorge lowered his paws and smirked, eyes glinting.

"Caught yer at surprise, shipmates. Lucky we weren't th' woodlander crew y'all were chasin', ain't yer?"